[Yes, he does, absolutely he does. A great deal, and then some. He pushes closer when she tightens her grip; when she backs up, he starts to follow, lists closer, a little like she's got a string tied to him and he just has to follow after.
He stops himself before he crashes into her or anything, making a quick study of her face. And then, right, yes, this is what he wants. His mouth tastes of space liquor and her fingers are warm and he moves in to kiss her again, as his hand slips down between them, pushing up the hem of her shirt.]
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He stops himself before he crashes into her or anything, making a quick study of her face. And then, right, yes, this is what he wants. His mouth tastes of space liquor and her fingers are warm and he moves in to kiss her again, as his hand slips down between them, pushing up the hem of her shirt.]